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Here’s the anatomy of a perfect salad: an inch-thick slab from a purplish-red, grapefruit-sized heirloom tomato, bathed in peppery olive oil, perched on a meaty hunk of buffalo mozzarella and fi ...
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During the summer of 1996, I waited tables at one of the country’s 614 Olive Garden restaurants to pay for beer and college. At the OG, everything comes with a free refill and a smile. And the a ...
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You think you know your PDX food? You have no idea.
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I thought I was an expert on all things Portland until I met a fast-talking New Yorker one Friday in Pioneer Courthouse Square. In four hours, David Schargel told me things I never knew, like how to ...
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For Robert Reynolds, the basis of a good culinary education starts and ends where people eat together. So it’s no surprise that the focal point of the PDX-based food educator and former restaura ...
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IKEA’s July grand opening brought more than right-angled furniture to Portland living rooms. It also delivered its famously salty, straight-from-the-package Swedish meatballs to its busy in-stor ...
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This column was inspired by a recent email to WW: "Hello, my name is Tony. As a pizza freak, I always defended Apizza Scholls as the best in Portland. Last night I ate at a new restaurant called Wildf ...
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Checking in with a trio of new big-city food imports.
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Portland is the new L.A.
Don't panic—take a look at three new faces in PDX kitchens to see what I mean:
Until three months ago, Ten01's (1001 NW Couch St., 226-3463) Jack Yoss was executive ch ...
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Winos, boquerones and Cowboy Junkies in North Portland.
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Lupa (3955 N Mississippi Ave., 287-5872) is my favorite Portland bar that almost wasn't. Rose City-area native Amanda Prock had fancied opening her North Mississippi Avenue wine-centric bodega and bot ...
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Braving blood and "oil-fried bastard" with my friend Chino.
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You never forget eating your first ear. The initial bite takes gumption, but at least the thin slices at Wing Wa BBQ King (2788 SE 82nd Ave., 771-1848) don't look like ears—they could be exotic ...
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Local eateries wear their politics on their wrappers.
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Don't think for a minute that a Communist revolutionary can't sell a burrito.
When a Fourth of July hot dog hangover led me to veg haven Laughing Planet, I didn't expect a political awakening. I just ...
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